Page 99 of Daddy's Naughty List

“Put me down!”

His hard palm smacked her bottom with the strength of a paddle. One smack for each word as he ground out, “Do. Not. Talk.”

Holy hotdogs, that hurt. Her bottom burned. She could tell where every finger had landed. And that was only three smacks. She’d read all those spicy Daddy books. She knew spankings hurt. But the driving heat that had shifted from her bottom to her pussy? That she had not known.

Connor strode straight past his truck to the hallway of the motel he’d entered before. And just that quick, her heartbeat was right back where it was before. Great. What was it about this man?

He set her on her feet when they reached the hotel room. “Do not move.”

Tilting her head up, she met the gaze of one still-furious, tattooed muscleman. And just like that, the fluttering disappeared, and those butterfly piranhas came back to gnaw on the interior of her stomach.

Even though she nodded, he scowled down at her. His disapproval burned. She needed to think fast but she never reacted well in the middle of a situation. It was as if her brain stalled and she couldn’t think. Her feelings were more reliable.

Before the answer came to her, he grabbed her hand and marched her into the hotel room like a naughty child. With the way he slammed the door shut, she half expected him to continue smacking her bottom.

He didn’t. Her chest hollowed. Why did that disappoint her? It shouldn’t. He must hate her after all the trouble she’d caused. He’d never want to see her again. If it ever worked out someday that she could live in Darling near Winnie, she’d have to carry a canvas bag around with her so every time he was around, she could pull it over her head.

He stepped in front of her and scowled, red-faced. Taking her by the wrist again, he marched her to the far corner and stood her there. Was… was he… was he putting her in the corner like the Daddies did in the books she hid on her phone?

A shiver skimmed her from head to toe but came to rest in her core. Goose flesh pebbled her skin. She was an adult, but he’d put her in the corner like a naughty child. And she was just standing there, not breathing, waiting to see what he said next.

“Nose to the corner, trouble. And clasp your hands behind your back. We’re going to talk, but you are going to do it with your nose in the corner like the naughty girl you are.”

When he had her situated the way he wanted, he backed away and sat on the end of the bed. He was angrier than she’d ever seen him, but when he spoke, his tone was even. “Tell me, trouble, was I not clear when I told you to stay in the truck and out of sight?”

She heard his questions, but her mind kept running the images of the flecks and streaks of gold in his eyes that melted into molten gold lava. She wanted to run her hand along his square jaw to see if his five o’clock shadow would prickle her fingers. The imagined sensations stole her breath.

“Well?”

Since she’d never been put in the corner, she didn’t realize she should guard against sinking into her Little headspace. She was there before she realized it was happening. He seemed to want an answer, so, as usual, she blurted out the first thing that popped into her head. “You’re beautiful when you’re angry.”

Yep. Those were the words that came out of her mouth. Her cheeks burned all the way to the tips of her toes. Not that it wasn’t true. He was incredible. How would he taste if she licked him and made him hers? That was it. He was the incredible edible Daddy.

The thought tickled her so much she almost laughed. But she shouldn’t want to laugh. She’d just said something stupid. Again.

Maybe she could press herself into the corner so hard she would pass through the wall into the next room. Or maybe another dimension. She wanted to disappear. Maybe.

What would it be like to have a Daddy? Especially one like Connor who would get that upset if she put herself in danger. No one had ever cared about her like that. He wouldn’t be upset if he didn’t care, right?

Still, she wished she’d given a different answer because now she worried his head might explode.

Chapter Three

Connor

Connor bided his time as Bliss stood with her nose in the corner. One day she’d be doing it naked. But that would come later. He’d have tracked Bliss whether Winnie asked him to or not. But somewhere in the months he watched from a distance, he’d come to care about her. He couldn’t tell Bliss that because it made him sound like a stalker.

He didn’t know what it was about her, but she’d pulled at him, at his inner Daddy, from the first time he’d seen her. He’d gone out of his way to be in Darling when he knew she would be there. He wanted her.

She’d sealed her fate when she told him he was beautiful when he was angry. When Connor had found the truck empty, every worst-case scenario he’d ever heard played through his mind. He would never have forgiven himself if she’d been hurt because he left her unprotected. He planned to treat her like a China doll wrapped in bubble wrap.

That lasted right up to the second he spotted her standing at the entrance to the parking lot talking to a couple of complete strangers. He’d almost had an aneurism when she’d leaned over and rested against their car door. Hell, she’d even been on the man’s side of the car. He could have grabbed her, stuffed her in their car, driven away, and there would have been nothing he could do to stop it.

At that point, he’d lost his mind. What. The. Fuck.

When he’d gotten his hands on her, he’d wanted to wring her neck. He’d settled for smacking her ass three good times when she wouldn’t mind him. She had a great ass. Firm with just the right amount of bounce when spanked.

The swats had surprised her, but other than that, it hadn’t seemed to make much of an impression. What he needed to do was make sure she wouldn’t sit comfortably for theremainder of the ride back to Darling. He could see the guilt and regret she had for her actions.

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